Tonight he punched the printer-twice.
He then reached out for a fistful of the jagged broken glass.
I screamed no.
For a second he stopped.
He looked me directly in the eye.
Then quick as a flash grabbed the glass and threw it.
There is no way anyone will convince me that in that moment he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
How he wasn’t cut I don’t know. (He was at this stage naked having removed all of his clothes and thrown them, he’d run out of other missiles and had already up-ended the bins.)
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Do you have home help?
CJ xx
No we have no home help or respite care.
I ended up in the emergency dept where four and a half hours later I had a crisis review and we are now trialling a new medication. We have an effectiveness assessment in a week. But so far, so good. I haven't been physically attacked in three days.
And I now have my GP and the duty psychiatrist both working to get us an appointment with the adolescent specialist asap (I was told there was nothing available for "months and months").
The tunnel is long and dark but at least I know there is light at the end of it even if I can't see it from here.
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